Cerebral Sucks

If you’re in need of mental health help and you wanna do an online one, you can probably do much better than Cerebral by going with literally anybody else.

I used them for 2 months. In those two months I had quite a few issues. For starters, the prescriber put my info in the system, such as what medications I take for my mental health. I told her, and she put it in the system and the system flagged two of them. It said I should only be taking one or the other, but not both, because I could have a seizure. It only recommended I stop taking one, but that was up to me. I decided to stop taking one because fuck a seizure. But after I did that I had the worst month I’ve had in a long time. And it sucked because I’ve been taking these meds for YEARS and never had any issues. I finally got to a place where I was almost fully happy and then that. Since I have gone back on the one I stopped and I won’t do that again.

The next issue was also with the prescriber. She didn’t schedule a follow up with me so she had no idea about the month I was having without that med. When I got to talk to her again the connection was so bad I couldn’t understand anything she was saying and her picture kept freezing. That wasn’t on me, that was all her connection. And Cerebral tells you you have to have excellent internet to use their service. If that’s true, then why aren’t their employees held to that same standard? The second time I spoke to my “therapist,” basically the lady who was my provider through Cerebral, not my therapist, she was that way too and I couldn’t understand what she was saying. And she was at home.

Then I canceled my stuff because we’re down to one income and can’t afford it. With my meds and paying them their service fee, I was paying almost $200 a month for something I used to get for free. After I canceled it a few days later I was on their site and saw that I still had a working account, so I canceled it again and it finally stuck. THEN a week or so later I was charged for a month of service. I went onto my messages and asked what that was all about and the person who helped me said everything was taken care of and I didn’t have to worry about it.

THEN, today, I checked my mail and there was my next month’s supply of medicine. I went on to the website and sure enough, there was an invoice. I went to my messages to ask what the fuck they were doing, and saw that I had been messaged SIX TIMES by the dude who had just told me he canceled my service asking why he hadn’t seen any new appointments for me scheduled and was concerned that I might miss something. They were all the same message word for word, so naturally it was an automated message. BUT, someone at Cerebral set up their system that way. They know what they’re doing.

And that’s fucked up. This isn’t the first time they’ve mass messaged me over something ridiculous. That flares my anxiety up hardcore. They specialize in helping people with their mental health problems, then do shit that triggers mental health problems. WTF is that about?

So I went off on them. I told them I’ll mail the prescriptions back. I know they can’t use them now, but I will, because I’m not paying for them. I didn’t order them. I FUCKING CANCELED MY SHIT TWICE AND SPOKE TO SOMEONE ABOUT IT! What the fuck is this company doing?!

If they can’t get their shit together, how are they supposed to get your shit together? Fuck that, I’m done.

Roe Vs Wade

When I was a kid I thought RvW was a swimming term. Should we row a boat, or wade in the water?

Then when I found out what it really was, I thought right away that that was a good thing. Because even then I knew that nobody should tell anyone else how to live. I was probably 9 or 10 when I found this out, and even by then I didn’t like when people told me what to do. This is a free country, right? I’ll do what I want.

All these years I never thought twice about it. It was one of those facts in life that you learn when young and it just sticks with you forever. It’s one of those facts of life. It’s just the way things are, like how you just breathe and don’t think about it until it’s taken away from you.

The problem with right now in history is, everyone knows what’s going on with everything, all the time. It’s getting harder and harder for “them” to hide their bullshit. So now they put it right out there in the open. “Here I am, I’m going to fuck you over somehow, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” And they get away with it. Maybe just for now. Hopefully not for forever. But they definitely throw a wrench into the cogs of life when they do that shit. It disrupts the ebb and flow of the whole country and everyone in it.

Happy Graduation!

I just saw a post on Twitter where someone said they were getting trashed to celebrate the graduation of their 4th grader. This leaves me with so many questions I don’t even know where to get started.

First of all, graduating means getting a reward for your accomplishments. Moving up a grade after completing the one you’re in is not a reward, that’s standard practice that everyone goes through if they’re smart enough to pass. Being awarded with a graduation ceremony for doing what is expected is not a real award, and you should be ashamed for accepting it.

Here’s the definition of “graduation” from Merriam-Webster:

graduation
noun

grad·​u·​a·​tion | \ ˌgra-jə-ˈwā-shən  \

Definition of graduation

1: a mark on an instrument or vessel indicating degrees or quantity
also : these marks

2a: the award or acceptance of an academic degree or diploma
b: COMMENCEMENT

3: arrangement in degrees or ranks

Can you imagine your kid graduating from college with honors and saying “Well, this graduation was great, but do you remember that fourth grade graduation? That was a real banger!”

Me And The Trans Community

You may know, as I’ve mentioned it before, that I’m pansexual, which is the same thing as bisexual, because now bisexual means you can be attracted to more than one sex instead of just two, when pansexual was right there the whole time meaning more than two. Doesn’t make sense to me, but whatever.

You know what’s fucked up? The queer community is always fighting just to be accepted by everyone else, when they can’t accept each other. That’s right folks, different letters in the LGBTQ+ community hate each other.

I found out a lot of them hate bisexuals. Especially if they’re a female bisexual married to a straight man, or vice versa. Not sure why, but whatever. Why hate anyone, ever? Maybe that’s the pan coming out in me, but seriously, we’re all on the same side overall, so why? WTF?

And I found out a lot of us hate the trans community, and vice versa. The trans community hate lesbians apparently. I could be wrong on all of this and only relaying opinions that belonged to just the people I heard it from, but I’ve heard all this from a lot of different people.

Personally, as I said, I love them all. But for some reason, trans people hate me. And I have no idea why.

Hello Summer

It just turned into Friday, May 15th, 2022 a few minutes ago and it seems like we went right from winter to summer. It’s only mid-May and it’s summer already. I think we had 2 days of spring and then summer smacked us in the face on the cheek opposite the one winter smacked us on.

You may have noticed I haven’t been around much lately. You may not have noticed that, too. Whatever. I got caught up doing two podcasts and having nothing to talk about for the one, so naturally I didn’t have shit to talk about here either.

Life got in the way, a whole lot went down, and things got a little crazy. I decided it was time to end In The Studio With Matt, which sucked, but it is what it is. It was for the best. I had lost my mojo and it started becoming a chore to do the show. That’s when it’s time to bow out.

I still do Quick History, though, and a new episode just posted! I just remembered that. Go check it out! It’s all about Annie Oakley!

So then I got to think about how I’d love to talk about some shit going on in the news, and I already got rid of the podcast, so what the hell? And then, and it literally took me a minute, I remembered I had this blog. My home on the internet. Where everything is safe and familiar. So here I am, back again. Hopefully I’ll post more than once every two months.

Also, if you want to get the best out of me, check out my Twitter page and give me a follow, @Raccoon_Tits.

My Dad’s Glitch In The Matrix

This happened to my dad a few years ago while driving through Georgia. He used to drive from Indiana to Florida every Fall and come back in the Spring. And he didn’t take the highway, either. He took US 27, which like I-75, goes from Michigan to Florida, except it’s more scenic. My dad has always been a vagabond, and he enjoyed the drive to and from more so than the time spent there. Maybe, he did a lot of partying there, so maybe not.

If I had to guess, I’d say this happened 15 to 20 years ago. He was driving through Georgia and while on a stretch of road that went through the country, he came upon a bar. There was a long driveway to it, as it sat way off the road, and there was a sign for it near the road that said Charlie Daniels was playing there that night. He went to the bar, found out it was only a couple dollars to get in for the show, and he sat there and drank until the show later in the evening.

A year later he was driving through, recognized his surroundings, and kept an eye out, but as he got close, he discovered the bar wasn’t there. Not only was it not there, the driveway wasn’t there, the sign wasn’t there, and he said it looked as if nothing had ever been there. The grass was all grown up and there were a bunch of trees where the bar should’ve been.

Confused, he drove down the road and saw a gas station, so he stopped to get gas. When he went in he saw the employee there and a police officer hanging out. He asked the employee if the bar down the road had gone out of business and she asked what bar. He told her of his last trip there and seeing Charlie Daniels play in the bar. She said there has never been a bar there, and the officer told him not only was there never a bar there, it was a dry county.

Dad said the officer looked at him as if he were on some kind of drugs, so dad left and went back by there to have another look. He knew it was the right spot, but still to this day can’t come to terms with it not being there.